ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

With my hands tied

Author: taecheeks

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5832271

Summary:

Zayn doesn't know what Liam is looking for and he doesn't expect what Liam pulls out.

A thin tie, an all black one that he wears for sports banquets sometimes.

"What's that for?"

Liam pads over, his devilish grin growing as he plays with the material between his fingers. He doesn't respond and it makes Zayn's heart race.

"Since you've decided you don't want to touch me anymore," Liam murmurs in response, knees digging into the bed and making it dip from his weight. "I thought I'd make it easier on you."

Zayn grits his teeth, the tension in his jaw nearly painful but he can't help it. He knows he is glaring, eyes narrowed as he crosses his arms and takes in the scene in front of him. He should be used to it by now, should know it is harmless but it just aggravates him so much.

Liam teases him for it usually, tickling his chin with those damned crinkled eyes as he tells Zayn how cute he is when he is jealous. It is impossible not to smile around Liam, but he hates it because he isn't jealous, okay?

He is just irritated. He is irritated that even though everyone on campus knows they are dating, Zayn still has to witness people throwing themselves onto Liam like he isn't standing ten feet away. Even if they are plastered to each other like they usually are, it still happens.

Zayn sighs. He understands though, because Liam does look really good right now - he always does, but there is something about him when he first comes off of the field after a game that makes him breathtaking. His face is flushed, a bit sweaty and it makes his curls stick to his forehead. The smile on his face always makes his cheeks bunch and round, blinding Zayn with how bright it is.

The spandex of his pants wraps tightly around his thighs, the padding making his bum seem a bit plumper than it really is. The jersey is tight around his frame, and even though the shoulder pads make his shoulders look bigger than they really are, there is no denying the strength in his arms with the way his muscles bulge out every time he moves them.

He has let his beard grow for the season, so it is thick and unruly against his jaw and Zayn smiles smugly at the mark he can see on his throat from the night before, when Liam was a ball of adrenaline like he always is the night before a big game. Zayn is always worried he is going to tire himself out because his sex drive seems to increase tenfold.

(And he always tires Zayn out, fire in his eyes after a couple of rounds while Zayn tries just to keep his open.)

The girl talking to Liam can be heard giggling over the crowd of people and energy around them, and she is really overdoing it. Zayn continues towards them, trying to keep his face neutral as her hand lands on Liam's belly as she speaks. A tiny touch, nothing really but Zayn's pace picks up a bit at the sight of it.

Liam is polite as always, shifting back some and not acknowledging the touch as he laughs at whatever she says. If he is even aware that she is flirting, because the other lad always seems to be adorably and frustratingly oblivious to it.

(And his laugh, that too is breathtaking, the way his eyes fall shut and his mouth opens wide around the sound. There are hundreds of people around them and all Zayn can see is Liam so yeah, he gets why other people may fall under his spell as well.)